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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.