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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.