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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.