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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Arcadia,
UT,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.