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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.