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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.