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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.