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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
cv313,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Names,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.