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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.