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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.