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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
CMW,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.