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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.