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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.