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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.