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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
UT,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.