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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.