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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.