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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.