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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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 Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.