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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Rekid,
Nas,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.