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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.