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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.