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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.