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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.