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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.