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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.