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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.