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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.