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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.