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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.