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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.