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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.