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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.