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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.