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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Index,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.