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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.