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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.