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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.