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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.