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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.