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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.