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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.