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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.