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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
the Association,
Can,
10cc,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.