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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Television,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.