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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.