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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.