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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Visage,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.