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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.