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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.