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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.