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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.