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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Remains,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.