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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.