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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.