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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.