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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.