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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.