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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.