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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.