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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Music Machine 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.