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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.