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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.