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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.