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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.