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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.