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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Neu!,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.