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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.