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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.