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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.