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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Moebius,
JFA,
Rekid,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Erasure,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.