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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.