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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.