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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.