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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.