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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.