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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.