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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.