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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.