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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.