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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Motions,
the Association,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.