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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Arcadia,
Magma,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
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.