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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.