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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.