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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.