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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Hoover,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.