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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.