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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.