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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.