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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.