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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.