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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.