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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.