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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.