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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.