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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.