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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.