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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.