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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Hoover,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.