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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.