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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.