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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.