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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.