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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
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.