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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.