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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.