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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.