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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Slave,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.