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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.