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 Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.