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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.