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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.