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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.