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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.