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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.