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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
cv313,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.