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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.