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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.