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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Yellowson 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.