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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Monks,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.