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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.