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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.