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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.