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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.