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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.