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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.