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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.