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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Can,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.