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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.