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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.