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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.