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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
New Order,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.