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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.