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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.