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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.