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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.