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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.