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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.