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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.