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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.