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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.