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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.