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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.