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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.