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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.