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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.