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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.