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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.