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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.