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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.