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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.