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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.