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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.