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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.