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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.