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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.