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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.