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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.