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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.