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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.