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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.