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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Smog,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.