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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Nico,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.