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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.