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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.