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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Brick,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.