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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.