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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.