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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.