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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.