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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
10cc,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.