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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.