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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Scion,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.