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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.