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 Belize 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.