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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.