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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.