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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.