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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Slits,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.