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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.