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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.