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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.