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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.