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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.