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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.