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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.