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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.