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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.