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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.