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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.