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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Gong,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.