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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Mars,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.