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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.