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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.