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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Germs to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.