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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.