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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.