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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.