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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.