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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.