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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.