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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.