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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.