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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gong,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.