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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Television,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.