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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.