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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Faust,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.