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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.