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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.