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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.