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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.