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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Motorama,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Index,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.