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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.