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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.