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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.