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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.