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 Laos and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.