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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.