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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.