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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.