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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.