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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.