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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.