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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.