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 Togo 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.