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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.