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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.