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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.