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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.