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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.