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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.