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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.