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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.