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 Togo 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.