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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nas,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.