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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.