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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.