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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.