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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.