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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
CMW,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.