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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Television,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.