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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.