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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Gong,
Skaos,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.