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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.