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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.