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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.