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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.