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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.