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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.