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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.