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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.