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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.