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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.