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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.