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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Germs,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.