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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.