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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.