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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.