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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.