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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.