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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.