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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Sound,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Television,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.