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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
PIL,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.