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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.