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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.