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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.