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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.