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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.