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 Gabon and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.