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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.