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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
the Swans,
New Order,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.