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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Can,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.