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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.