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 France and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.