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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.