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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.