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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.