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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.