Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.