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 Cameroon 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.