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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 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 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.