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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.