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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.