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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Martian,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.