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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.