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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.