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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Wings,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.