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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.