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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.