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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.