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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.