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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.