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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.