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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Roxette,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.