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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Chrome 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.