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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.