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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
X-101,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.