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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.