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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.