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 Ireland and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.