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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
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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.