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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Cramps,
JFA,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.