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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.