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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.