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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.