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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.