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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.