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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.