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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.