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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.