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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.