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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.