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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.