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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.