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 Chile 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.