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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.