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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.