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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.