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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Unwound 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
John Cale,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.