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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.