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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Gong,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.