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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.