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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Motions,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.