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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Index,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.