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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.