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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Motorama,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.