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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.