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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.