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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.