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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.