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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.