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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.