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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.