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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Wire,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.