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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.