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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.