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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 808 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.