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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Ludus,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.