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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.