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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.