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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Pylon,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.