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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ten City,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.