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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.