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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.