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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.