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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.