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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.