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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.