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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.