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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Kas Product,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
X-101,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.