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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.