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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.