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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Wings,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.