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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.