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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
CMW,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.