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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.