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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
X-101,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.