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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.