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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.