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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.