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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.