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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
DNA,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.