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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.