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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.