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 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
the Association,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.