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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.