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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Faust,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.