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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.