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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.