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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.