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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.