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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.