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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.