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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.