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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.