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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.