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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.