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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 New Order to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
cv313,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.