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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
MC5,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.