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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.