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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.