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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.