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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.