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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.