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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.