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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.