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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Ossler,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.