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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Visage,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Nico,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.