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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.