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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.