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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.