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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.