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 Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.