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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.