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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.