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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.