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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.