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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.