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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Echospace to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.