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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.