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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.