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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.