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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.