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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.