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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.