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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Fear,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.