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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.