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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Lyres,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.