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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.