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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
UT,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.