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 Libya 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.