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 Nauru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Television,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.