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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.