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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Japan,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.