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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.