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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
X-102,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.