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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.