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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
PIL,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.