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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.