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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.