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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.