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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.