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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.