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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Television,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.