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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.