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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.