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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.