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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.