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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.