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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.