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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
PIL,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.