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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.