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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.