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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.