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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.