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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.