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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.