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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.