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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Slits to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Liliput,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.