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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.