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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.