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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 a snare 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Fear,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
JFA,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
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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.