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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.