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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.