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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.