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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.