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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Crime,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.