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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.