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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.