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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.