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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.