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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.