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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.