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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
JFA,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.