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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.