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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.