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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.