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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.