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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Residents,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.