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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.