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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.