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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.