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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.