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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Nico,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.