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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.