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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.