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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.