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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.