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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.