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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.