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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
MDC,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.