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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.