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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.