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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.