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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.