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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.