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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.