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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.