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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Second Layer 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Mars,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.