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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.