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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.