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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.