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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.