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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.