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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.