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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.