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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.