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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Brick,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.