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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.