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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Scion to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.