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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.