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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.