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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Can,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.