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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.