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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.