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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.