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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.