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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Index to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.