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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.