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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Index,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.