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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.