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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.