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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.