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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Television,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.