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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Ten City,
Magazine,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.