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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.