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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.