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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.