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 France and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.