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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.