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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.