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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.